February 23, 2018
Photo by Stephen Borkowski

A Poem by Mark S. Peel

Winter solstice sun
lurking behind
the layers of floating clouds
hurried as though impatient,
offers day light
but little warmth.
Other clouds follow
moving slower as though
with dissimilar purpose.
Sitting in comfort at the kitchen table
watching the cover
of the world race past
trees and the neighbor’s house in still-life adornment.
Rain that paused and dried on the deck begins anew
as the mind drifts back
to the same paragraph
previously read.

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